He Broke Her.

Every seven years

Every seven years your body's cells completely regenerate.

So that means in five years I will finally have a new body.

A body that you haven't touched.

A body that feels like mine again.

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to belong in your own skin.

I haven't felt that in two years.

I've just felt numb.

Disconnected.

From everything.

I passed your mother's flower shop in the car and noticed you put fairy lights in the window.

I thought it was a nice touch.

I thought it brought a little warmth to the place that makes my blood run cold.

I'm always looking at that stupid flower shop.

I guess I just can't help but look every time I ride by it.

It changed my life.

And not in a good way either.

But for the first time in one whole year.

I saw you.

I saw your silhouette in the window.

Illuminated by all those fairy lights.

At first I didn't know what to think.

But then I realized I didn't care.

I've finally stopped worrying about what you're doing with your life.

I've stopped wishing you were locked up in jail.

It just doesn't concern me anymore.

I've gotten used to the numbness in my body.

I still have five years before I get that feeling back.

But I don't care anymore.

As long as I never have to see your face again.